---- change of vieuw----
'That isn't Andorra, it is Taunred!' say I quite loudly. How is it possible that this called Andorra is well Taunred? 'Sir, this is Andorra.' miss Donna says ' It has always been Andorra. Well after it became an own state of course.' ' Not possible! Impossible!' I say ' Taunred has been here for over a 1000 years. It's still here.' and I point again and again at the map. 'Ahem... Sir there is something else we like to discuss. Your papers...' says mr. Tailor 'You said that the are fine.' 'Yes but this airport is new and your visa shows that you have been here 5 years after eachother. Can't be right. But the weirdest thing is that they are real.' mr. Tailor say while his looking at my passport with a frown. Is everything I know a lie? I think First Taunred and now this airport? I rush my hand through my hair.
--- mr.Tailor's Pov----
This interview is getting weirder and weirder, this guy isn't faking it neither are this documents. 'Uhmmm.. we would like you to stay in a hotel nearby.' I say 'That way we have more time to work on your case.' 'Miss Donna please assign two bodyguards for this man'
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RastgeleOne hot July day in Haneda Airport, Tokyo likely began as just another excessively warm day for the staff at Customs. Hundreds, perhaps thousands of people trotted through the airport without a second glance. That was with the exception of a solitar...
